Christmas Day at last,
I dance down the stairs,
Joyful and merry.

But something is missing,
Or rather someone,
From my usual Christmas routine.

No phone call to be made,
No gift or card,
No presents whatsoever.

I am without her,
For the first time,
And yet merriness remains.

Her spirit pushes me to stay this way,
To remain joyful,
To celebrate, even without her.

My soul longs to see her again,
To hear her beautiful voice,
To see her beautiful smile.

I am without her,
For the first time,
And yet merriness remains.